I think I’m in love?!
He gets me all hot and sweaty and gasping for breath;
For 10 days running, I’ve leant into his strong, outstretched arms –
Perspiration dripping off me,
But feeling Oh so damn good!
Once we’re done I shower and get on with my day;
I don’t have to cook for him,
Pick up after him,
or even do his laundry!
I don’t have to worry about hurting his feelings or damaging his ego,
And he always manages to get my heart racing –
Mr X and I are a match made in heaven – Mr X my Xterra treadmill that is!
With good intentions and some solid plans in place after some meaningful goal-setting sessions prior to New Years Eve I crashed and burned with the first few days of the year a blur of eliminating all the Christmas treats in the house – via my stomach, drinking far too much and a movie binge in my curtain-drawn lounge when every other New Zealander was away enjoying the sunshine and the beach.
I stuffed up a date for one of my relief milking jobs and set off a day too early, realising when I was halfway there so I detoured via the supermarket and bought a box of Corona and headed home and drank the lot in one sitting instead of my usual two.
I didn’t even feel tipsy……. just blah.
That’s when I knew enough was enough.
Time to give booze a break for a bit and start looking after my body with nourishing food again.
Now only 10-days down the track my head is clearer, my motivation is high and the scales are finally heading in the right direction and I haven’t missed a date with Mr X!
When shit hits the fan my go-to method for feeling better has always been the choice of sex, booze or food.
A good pound on the pavement seems a far healthier option but for now, I’ll settle for Mr X in the privacy of my home before I jiggle and wobble out in public!
So raise a soda water filled glass with me and toast the new year, new beginnings and new habits.
Mai i toku ngakau,